The man had lost it, yelling about the materials. Noah had told FBI Special Agent Raphael McCall that all the materials for the Barrows case was sent to cold storage in Sacramento for Law Enforcement already. When he demanded to know why it had been sent, Noah had happily told him that they had limited storage, especially for closed cases. But they had sent in the request and he was sure it would be retrieved soon enough, assuming that nothing else was too pressing.
Noah had learned that FBI Special Agent Raphael McCall had driven to Sacramento to try and get the materials but Tara had not put his name on the request so even after harassing the storage staff, they refused to give him the materials but instead had them couriered back to Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department when he was finally able to get them this morning. Tara had reported that FBI Special Agent Raphael McCall looked about ready to have an aneurism when he finally got the box, but she assured him she had been nothing but pleasant.
What wasn't pleasant was the man's hotel. Apparently, his son had been rewarding several of the local brownies to visit FBI Agent Raphael McCall's hotel room between 1am -5am to make all sorts of noise in the walls, floors, pipes, etc. The man had changed rooms six times already and the hotel staff was baffled by the situation as none of the rooms had any issues before or after FBI Special Agent Raphael McCall had stayed there.
But Sheriff Noah Stilinski was nothing but helpful. He didn't have space available for FBI Special Agent Raphael McCall to work, but the Bureau could happily arrange something. Instead they had instructed FBI Special Agent Raphael McCall to work in his hotel room. So the man was sleep deprived, hungry, and beyond irritated, but he had his materials. Now they just had to wait until he made his next move.
"Sheriff, we are getting some weird reports about strange birds in the Preserve" Parish tells him sticking his head in the Sheriff's office door.
Noah looks up "By the Hale House?"
"No sir, over on the south side."
Noah frowns. That is on the opposite side of town away from most of the craziness but "wait, did you say birds?"
Parish looks sheepish. "Yessir. Mr. Thompson called. Said one swooped down and ate his dog."
Noah's eyes widened at that. "What he thinks an eagle or hawk grabbed his little dog?"
Parish manages to look thoroughly confused. "Not exactly sir. He said his dog was a, well sir, he said it was a full-grown lab."
Noah groans. Dammit. "Take Graeme with you and figure out if you need to call the pack. You have the number?"
Jordan nods. All of the deputies 'in the know' knew both Isaac Lahey and Allison Argent's cell numbers in case they needed to call something in. He headed out and he was fairly certain he heard the Sheriff muttering under his breath about 'what next'.
"What's wrong, can't you keep up?" Jackson taunted as he ran through the woods. He didn't want to be here, well not that he would admit to anyways, but he was trying to let them know he was having fun. The wolves had taken turns working with Eddie over the last few days and today he and McCall had taken the kid to run the borders on semi-patrol. It was only semi because one, it was the middle of the afternoon and two, Stiles hadn't sensed anything dangerous recently so they thought it was fairly safe to do so.
"Watch me!" Eddie yelled and with a burst he almost managed to catch up to Jackson when Scott rushed by leaving both of them in the dust. "No fair!" he yells.
"McCall!" Jackson snarls out at the laughing alpha. Even after getting the bite, McCall had managed to get a boost by becoming an alpha as well. Though if he was being honest, Jackson thought it wasn't worth it. Lydia had shared some of the new training their younger alpha had to do and it seemed that Derek, Peter, and Lydia were enjoying loading him down with reading and new training. This was his first real 'free' afternoon in a while.